My birth certified me to be a capital lady. Negress. Not the woman I am demoted to:
black. Insidiously uncapitalized, the title of pride Black
and description of strength (Black) is but an opposite,
defining me in terms of another. As in not white, black.
Everywhere I read Hispanic, Native American black but never Black
in the newspapers and magazines advertising for my Black money.
Worse still I'm not even Black to the editors at "progressive" publications
who hawk their liberalism and lip-serve dignity for the oppressed,
while carefully editing my B's back down to policy size before publishing me.
So smugly certain are they I've gotten carried away with my own story.
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You know that I run this site, but other than that you don't know too much about me, right? Let's see...
I labor as an independent Writer/Artist, although by academic training I am a social scientist, holding specializations in Psychology and Political Science. I began writing for feminist publications over 20 years ago as a feature writer for the Detroit Women's Voice; I was also a Midwest correspondent for New Directions for Women. My articles have appeared in various newspapers and magazines, however some of you may have read my essays in Off Our Backs, or just recently in Rain and Thunder and Altar. My poetry has appeared in Sinister Wisdom, and in mainstream literary journals. I am taking editor's liberty by presenting two of my own poems in this Open Issue and writing this long bio, even though I limited other contributors to one poem and four bio lines :-) ! Enjoy QME's Summer Open Issue!
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